Here's the first day of the business-working song
About a writer, business worker, she was glad of writing down
She decided help to write, cut herself to the scripts
She grabbed a computer and she ran away from home

Now she is The Writer
She pen it herself
She wrote you, business worker

Feeling amazed, feeling writing, feeling every business thing
She send it to the publisher, made a trope, took a gold
She don't wanna die, she wants to feel alive
So now she's gonna write you in your business working mind

Now she is The Writer
Write you like no other
Now she is The Writer
She write my script
She wrote you, business worker

She's a writer
She's a writer
She's a writer
She's a writer
Pens will stain
She's a writers
Open pen
She's a writer
Page untamed
She's a writer
Say her name
She's The Writer
She will write you down

The Writer
It's not my fault
Your pens will making my pain
The Write
I'll write your words
My text is looking from your vein
The Writer
It's not my fault
Your pens will pacify my pain
The Cutter
I'll write you down
My pens is looking from your script

Here's the last verse of this business worker song
Who are you to say if it's right or if it's wrong
Write herself up but the script still remained
Until she turned the pens on the ones who were to blame

Now she is The Writer
Write you like no other
Now she is The Writer
She will write herself
She draws you, motherfucker

She's The Writer
She's The Writer
She's The Writer
She will write you down